In the paddock, with several bells ringing, the grand sacrificial ceremony began.

Zhao Zhen wore gorgeous and complicated clothes, tried hard to maintain a majestic expression, and completed each step of the sacrifice according to the guidance of the etiquette officer.

Although the emperor was very pious when praying, he was so tired that he cursed when he was dragging his clothes forward - as if he was doing exercises with a quilt on his shoulders. I was exhausted...

Nangong followed Zhao Zhen and helped him pull his clothes from time to time. He also thought that these clothes makers wanted to assassinate the king. Do they need to be so heavy?

Yin Hou put his hands in his hands and sat in a carriage specially arranged by Nangong to be very close to the altar but very inconspicuous.

The old man felt a little sleepy after waiting. Looking at Zhao Zhen pulling his clothes on the stage, he shook his head - being an emperor is not easy.

Seeing that the ceremony was more than halfway through, Zhao Zhen could take a breather, and Nangong whispered, "Just hold on a little longer and it will be fine."

Zhao Zhen continued to pose. At this time, all the civil and military officials came and gathered together for the final blessing ceremony. At this time, Zhao Zhen must be steady, his movements must be smooth and his temperament must be elegant and noble, just in case something goes wrong due to stumbling.

, and call the lovers a joke.

Just as he was thinking about not being embarrassed, Zhao Zhen raised his head...and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Several etiquette officers and a group of eunuchs in front suddenly turned red-eyed for some reason, and their faces were twisted and hideous.

If he were to calm down, Zhao Zhen would have jumped up in fear.

Now he actually wanted to scream, but he held it back... After swallowing the "greetings" on his lips, Zhao Zhen felt that there was something wrong. There must be something wrong with this! It must be those bullshit illusions.

Black magic has affected me!

Zhao Zhen quietly turned back to look at Nangong, and was frightened at the sight... Nangong also became scary.

Zhao Zhen gritted his teeth and looked back for Yin Hou - look here, old man! Something happened!

But the emperor searched around and found that the carriage that should have been parked not far away was missing... Where did Yin Hou go?

Zhao Zhen looked around, and when he turned his head, he found that all the civil and military ministers in the audience had turned into demons, ghosts and ghosts, each with blood-red eyes.

At this time... on the altar, the etiquette officer lit incense and handed it to Zhao Zhen.

But Zhao Zhen didn't answer.

Nangong looked at Zhao Zhen and found that he was standing there motionless, as if in a daze.

Nangong reminded him in a low voice, "Your Majesty."

But Zhao Zhen didn't seem to hear it.

Nangong felt something was wrong.

Several etiquette officials on the opposite side also looked at Nangong.

Nangong frowned and looked at the etiquette officer, wondering if he should help the emperor take the incense and hand it to his hand... But Nangong was stunned when he saw it. What the etiquette officer was holding was not an incense, but a dagger.

Looking at it again at this time, the etiquette officer's expression also changed, and he looked at Zhao Zhen with a slightly malicious look.

Nangong subconsciously reached out and pressed the handle of the knife.

Just when he was about to draw his sword, a force pushed his sword into the scabbard.

Then Nangong suddenly felt as if Tianling Gai had been slapped and woke up. When he opened his eyes again... he saw Zhao Zhen reaching out to take the incense from the etiquette officer's hand.

All civil and military officials followed Zhao Zhen to pay homage and pray for blessings.

Nangong also followed suit and bowed. At this moment, Zhao Zhen suddenly looked back at him and then gestured towards the sky.

Nangong subconsciously raised his head... and was surprised when he saw a pair of red eyes in the sky looking at them. Even these eyes looked listless, as if they were sleepy...

Nangong quickly glanced at the carriage nearby... and saw Yin Hou leaning against the carriage window and looking at them, yawning.

Zhao Zhen puffed up his chest - I have the blessing of the gods and I am not afraid of those evil spirits!

…

Although Nangong still didn't understand what was going on, for a moment, they must have been tricked... The hallucination arrived silently and affected them.

But almost at the same time, Yin Hou took action... The Demon King's Eyes lifted the influence of the illusion.

Nangong Xiangxiang still felt a little scared. If he had taken out the knife just now, scaring people would be the second most important thing. What if he hurt someone? What he wanted to chop was the etiquette official holding the "dagger", but who knows if it was really etiquette.

An official was beheaded? What if he beheaded the emperor?

Nangong felt unprepared and wondered who was behind it to cause people to hallucinate so unconsciously. What would have been the consequences if Yin Hou hadn't been here? I really don't dare to think about it.

In fact, what was a little confusing at this time was Yin Hou in the carriage.

The old man did feel an attack of internal force just now.

This time is not the same as before. Before, it felt like there were a lot of tricks involved. What is the rainbow? There is a gap in internal energy.

Ah... But this time it was real internal power, and the illusion was very smooth, capturing traces.

Illusion is ultimately a kind of Kung Fu, and each type of Kung Fu has its own characteristics. Experts only know the ropes, while laymen only watch the excitement. The previous series of illusion operations made Yin Hou feel that the murderer seemed like an amateur who loved to show off.

.This time I finally look like an expert, and I feel that the quality of my internal strength is different. Is there any master behind the scenes coming on stage?

…

At this time, not only were sacrifices being held in the paddock, but a small prayer meeting was also held in the harem.

The Queen Mother and her ladies are preparing.

However, the harem is relatively simple, just offering sacrifices to ancestors in the royal ancestral hall. The Queen Mother asked the maids to go out to see if Zhao Lan was back, and then waited for her.

Yao Changtian, who came to take Tianzun's place, was currently in the garden beside the ancestral hall, continuing to push the swing for Xiangxiang.

Originally, the old man thought that only the garden in front of Zhao Zhen's study had a sandpit and swings.

As a result, the White Ghost King discovered that he was naive. In almost every courtyard in the palace, as long as there were big trees, there would be swings, and if there were swings, there would be sandpits.

Yao Changtian shook his head, remembering the swings that could be seen everywhere on Icefield Island, and that Zhao Zhen was also a daughter slave.

Concubine Pang and the Queen Mother were busy worshiping their ancestors, so they gave both their children to the White Ghost King.

The old man held the little glutinous rice dumpling that was burping with milk in one hand, and helped Xiangxiang push the swing with the other hand.

Xiangxiang stood on the swing swinging back and forth, her face raised and her big eyes looking curiously at Yao Changtian.

Yao Changtian looked at her and then at the dumplings - the dumplings were having a meeting!

Xiangxiang's little head was also thinking at this time - Yaoyao is Jiujiu's master, Xiaoliangzhi's master.

Compared with Tianzun Yinhou, Yaochangtian has entered the palace less often, so Xiangxiang is not very familiar with him. Jiujiu is the uncle of his father Huanghuang, so Jiujiu is the emperor's grandfather, and Yaoyao is the emperor's apprentice...

...Grandpa's father is great-grandfather, so Yaoyao is...

"Master!" Xiao Xiangxiang, who finally figured out her seniority, was ready to chat with the White Ghost King.

The White Ghost King also looked back - which lake is Taiye Lake?

…

In Taixue, Tianzun carried the fourth son into Lanhui Academy.

At the moment, the girls are packing their things, some are sweeping away fruit shells and others are collecting books. Zhao Lan is looking for things in a hurry, and Yiyi is helping her organize the books.

While I was busy, there was a small commotion at the door.

A group of young talented girls excitedly pulled each other's sleeves - Tianzun! Tianzun is here!

Zhao Langang had too much fun with her sisters. Later, when she heard the sound of bells ringing in the city, she remembered that the Queen Mother had told her to go back early to worship her ancestors when she went out.

When she went out, she was accompanied by Tianzun. When she saw the old man coming in, she thought he was here to urge her, so she got anxious and knocked the pen holder off the table...

Fortunately, Yiyi was quick to catch it.

However, looking at Tianzun's state, it seems that he is not here to urge people.

After entering the academy, Tianzun stood outside the study window without going in, asking the fourth son to see who he was looking for.

The little fourth child stared at it for a while and shook his head... No.

Tianzun looked at him and saw that Lanhui Academy was smaller than the two academies next door, with a total of three study rooms.

And today, we didn’t come to class just to have fun. All the girls were gathered in a study room.

The fourth boy pouted, not finding the person he was looking for.

Tianzun waved to Yiyi.

Yiyi ran out immediately, and Zhao Lan followed.

Tianzun asked the fourth son to ask.

The fourth son said that he wanted to find someone.

When Yiyi heard that the fourth son didn't see his face, he asked, "Does it have any characteristics?"

The fourth child thought for a moment and clapped his hands, "Ah, by the way, that sister's hand looks injured."

Zhao Lan whispered, "Everyone has injuries on their hands recently."

Tianzun and Xiaosi looked at Zhao Lan in confusion - Aren't you here to study? Why are your hands so bruised from studying?

Zhao Lan pointed at Yiyi and said, "Learn Kung Fu from Yiyi!"

"Learning kung fu?" Tianzun glanced at the academy. Indeed, many girls had bandages on their hands, and they were wrapped in various ways. It felt like some kind of decoration.
To be continued...